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So, you know how everyone was spending all of yesterday telling me this place is real? Like, this isn't just people dicking around on their lunch break, like I am? Yeah, well, I kind of figured that out on my own, thank you, and your fruit baskets are in the mail. I mean, you know, I didn't get kidnapped or stuffed into a cannon and shot, but it was close enough, message received, this place can really fuck you up.
Harmony? What the fuck?
ETA: Or whatever, seriously. Fuck the whole thing, it's not even a big deal. I mean, what is this, high school? Really, it's fine, it's not even like, important to anyone else here, so you can all go back to your day and ignore this bullshit, enjoy the veal.
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